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Leland Way Standing, staring, her doorway. He waited. For let down defenses and a sad rainy night. They went and left her, stupid thing she was, they believed her. She said: don’t worry it will be fine. Yeah, right. Hot dogs and sex to sustain, no mustard or babies, yet. Men, too many, not enough. Mr. Excitement, on empty. Sweet Joes for breakfast. Eat them and syrupy pancakes. Just about a gaping hole. Almost. Fill her up with empty until she’s full and through and smart.